8:45 PM |
Jilted hearts to build jilted lovers;
And we are skyscrapers and its considered entrapment
and its deadliest sin.
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We are the new face of destruction.
Prettier and younger,
but not any better off.
And I wonder if I'm feeling like he did back then,
before the courtship of the noose and pale grey wysterias
So ill-fitting, draped loosely round a box called Hope Lost;
They said he penned my name in his very last letter.
And;
(whispers: Hey baby,
You're six feet under and you can't hear me.)